Birdman - Ain't Worried Bout Sh*t lyrics

(Lil Wayne) Ha.. I'm.. so cool (Baby) Yeah n***a, stand one, blow one n***a (LW) Bird.. man (B) I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us n***a (LW) Bird.. man, J-R, ya know (B) You feel me? When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more So y'all might as well eat this food n***a And it got to be the best of the best One, come one shorty, get with me n***a (Lil Wayne) See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta Milk this game 'til it's sour Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me? Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee You try join him, I can help you with that I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin' Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin' I'm Weezy f** it Leave a motherf**er wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money Cuz that's him (Chorus 2x: Lil Wayne) Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout sh** We grindin' like a mo'f**er tryin' stay rich The cops on my trail so my track I switch See n***as with money shouldn't act like this (Baby) Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here n***a better stop hatin' before they disappear I see the same ol' sh** And pop the same ol' sh** 'til your neighborhood hit, b**h Disrespect that Nolia dogg Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg And make a n***a understand When you f**in' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan n***a I'm tryin' to make a few million Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin' And go and raise my children Got it on my mind, that's the way a n***a livin' I bring ya back '84 Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' n***a Cuz we was doin' it dogg Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg (Chorus) (Lil Wayne) Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road And I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo' And plenty times I had to get it from the flo' But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me And if these walls could talk, they probably cry Like the strings on the guitar And see you, you with that bullsh** that's leighway to the do' Only to cut off the lights, g'night (Baby) Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on Every n***a uptown gotta have they tool on Yeah, and they Birdman'd down n***a represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown n***a sh**, a hood rich high clique That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em n***a The only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em And go and get some more dough, n***a (Chorus) (Baby) Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' n***a Know what I'm sayin'? If you in the way, you'll get moved over n***a Think I'ma let one of you b**h n***as stop me from gettin' a billion dollars n***a? f** ya and what ya made of n***a Y'understand? n***a got a problem with this sh** That's your sh** n***a s** a n***a dick a die n***a Birdman, made man n***a Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity n***a f** anything in between If you in the line of duty n***a you got your issue, feel me? One